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nervousness in his voice.
    “I’m sure I will.” I didn’t miss how his gaze kept bouncing to Chase then me, or the way he audibly swallowed. I nudged him forward, refusing to look back because my heart was already broken.
     
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    I stared at myself in the mirror, smoothing my hands down the sundress I wore. My hair was up in a loose ponytail and I had small pearl earrings dotting my lobes. I didn’t think I looked like someone who wanted to get fucked, but every second I stood running my hands down my body, I heated further. Already my panties were soaked, but I didn’t bother changing them, since the new ones would get just as wet.
    I turned off my bedroom light and slipped on a pair of flats then grabbed the bottle of wine I planned on taking and headed outside. Thankfully there weren’t any males looming around my cabin. Graham lived in one of the newer, small log homes in our camp nestled deeper in the forest. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so antisocial, or maybe he was just lonely because he was so far away from everyone else.
    I followed a small path through the woods, the sounds of scurrying animals and the wind blowing through the trees causing a beautiful cacophony of noise around me. I spotted Graham’s home several feet away, the soft glow coming from the windows like a beacon. The closer I got, the louder the sound of animals in the brush grew. I looked around and inhaled, trying to catch a scent of what was around me. The wind made it impossible to catch the aroma of the wildlife, so I ignored it and moved faster.
    As soon as I started making my way up the porch steps the front door opened and Graham stood there with a wide smile on his face. He stepped aside to let me in, and I handed him the bottle of wine. “I hope red goes with what you’re cooking.”
    “That was thoughtful of you. It’s perfect.” He shut the door and set the bottle on the table. Two candles graced the tabletop along with sparkling crystal and gleaming silverware. “I made pork tenderloin, roasted potatoes, and homemade dinner rolls.”
    When he opened the oven to show me his work, the smells were intense and heady. “You made everything from scratch?” I was impressed by his culinary abilities. He nodded and turned away, but not quick enough to hide the pink that tinged his cheeks. He was acting like he had never done this before. The thought was sweet.
    He held my chair out for me like a true gentleman, and we ate while discussing things that had nothing to do with sex. I was surprised at how unaffected he seemed to be. It was as if my mating heat did little to him. That was my thought until he rose and I saw the erection that strained against his pants. I cleared my throat and wiped my mouth, averting my gaze from the massive bulge aimed right at me. I didn’t look at him to gauge his reaction, not wanting to embarrass him further.
    We took our glasses of wine to the couch and sat facing each other. We didn’t speak for several heartbeats and I could tell he was uneasy. I honestly had no plans on doing anything sexual and was confident enough that I wasn’t leading him on. “Dinner was really lovely. Thank you, Graham.” He watched me, his gaze dipping to my lips, his expression turning stormy.
    “You are so beautiful, Ophelia,” he murmured softly before swallowing audibly.
    I felt my cheeks heat from his compliment and thanked him. I started to grow warm, and despite my mental reminder that I wouldn’t be having sex with him tonight, my body had other things in mind. It is difficult when your brain and body are at war. I honestly had no desire to be with Graham that way, but the mating heat made it impossible to stop the arousal inside me. I watched as Graham inhaled deeply and then set his wine glass down. I took another sip from my glass and shifted in my seat, sensing the desire pounding through him. It was an unmistakable feeling and scent, an aroma that instantly had my pussy clenching,